Finding Love

"What type of man do I want to marry?" the young woman repeated the question that had been asked of her.

"Well, I want someone kind. And smart. But not the too-kind type that lets himself be walked on. And not the too-smart type that lets it get to his head. Someone who isn't too much into his books: someone sociable. A leader, the life of a party -- but not someone who aggravates with his presence. I'd like him to be handsome, but not haughty. I'd like..."

She looked at the Rebbe, seated behind his desk. His smile was broad and his eyes twinkled.

"It sounds like you want to marry more than one person."